Since the third thread of gratitudes is redacted, I'll create a new one;
1. Managed to get a Sunday Lunch, at a local Spar, while supplies were available.
2. Got Manure, off my Mechanic, for growing Spuds; at his Stable.
3. Listened to a Podcast Interview of a Man who talked about Sticks used in Ireland; back in the days.
Another mandala and relax with joy
Went to visit Potsdam with my family, I'm exhausted of all this chaos around. This city is much larger, than the little town we are living.
Had a bit interesting encounter on the train station. There was a family with a woman sitting in a wheelchair and moving a fabric bag with marbles inside between her hands. It was neverending repetitive motion and sound, which didn't bother me there. The woman looked at me smiling. I started rocking in the rhythm of these marbles rolling inside the bag. I also smiled to her and somehow enjoyed watching this motion. Then I looked up and realised that her mother was staring at me, I can't say why and what meant her expression but it was somehow unpleasant. When a train arrived with loud whistle I shook my head and covered my ears. Then I realised that woman had same reaction. Then she calmed down and smiled again while rolling her marbles in the bag. At home I would hate this sound, but on the train station it was OK.
Another mandala and relax with joy
Went to visit Potsdam with my family, I'm exhausted of all this chaos around. This city is much larger, than the little town we are living.
Had a bit interesting encounter on the train station. There was a family with a woman sitting in a wheelchair and moving a fabric bag with marbles inside between her hands. It was neverending repetitive motion and sound, which didn't bother me there. The woman looked at me smiling. I started rocking in the rhythm of these marbles rolling inside the bag. I also smiled to her and somehow enjoyed watching this motion. Then I looked up and realised that her mother was staring at me, I can't say why and what meant her expression but it was somehow unpleasant. When a train arrived with loud whistle I shook my head and covered my ears. Then I realised that woman had same reaction. Then she calmed down and smiled again while rolling her marbles in the bag. At home I would hate this sound, but on the train station it was OK.
